After climbing another meter, I discovered an even larger cluster. I quickly gathered a large handful, figuring it should be enough.
I checked the time; it was around two in the afternoon. Time to head back. Later, I'd revisit the plane wreckage to see if there was anything useful to bring back to the tree hollow.
I carefully picked my way down, acutely aware of where I placed each foot. I now truly understood the saying, "Going up a mountain is easy, coming down is hard."
Descending was more than twice as difficult. Each step required utmost caution, fearing a misstep would send me tumbling into the abyss. When I was less than two meters from the ground…
Seeing the ground so close, I relaxed slightly, no longer as cautious as before. I grabbed a branch and slowly placed my foot on a
